151: Chapter 151 Nangong Ziyi's Madness! [Bonus Chapter]

The night wind dispersed half the clouds, and the stars peeked through the gaps, spilling onto the flying ship's deck and mixing with the blue light of the formation patterns.

The dining table hadn't been cleared yet.

Lu Chen had drunk some spirit wine, and after the alcohol hit, he felt much more energetic than he had during the day.

He leaned back in the armchair, using his sword-nurturing gourd as a pillow, and propped his chin with one hand, looking around at the three young women before him.

"Alright, it's rarely this quiet, come, let this Emperor test you all."

Ye Qingxian immediately straightened her back, her big eyes shining.

Lu Chen extended a finger and pointed at her.

"Little Qingxian, you were flicked off the arena by a sleeve from Yuan Miaoyu during the Yaochi Great Competition. Where did you lose?"

Ye Qingxian pouted: "She came to ambush, she cheated, I, this cute little sister, didn't react in time. She didn't follow the martial arts code, she should be fed rat poison later."

"Nonsense." Lu Chen's finger pointed down. "If your Divine Sense strength was higher than hers, you could have discovered her with a single scan."

"You were right to be cautious, but your caution isn't up to par. Remember next time, the turtle shell must be complete; a shell with cracks is the same as having none."

"As your master, I know you've only practiced with people from the Ye Family. They wouldn't use lethal Moves, and whatever Move they use is standard! But when walking outside, no one will do that, no one will go easy on you!"

"You must remember, being fierce at home isn't true ferocity!"

Ye Qingxian opened her mouth, then closed it, nodding honestly.

Lu Chen's finger turned to Ji Ziyue, his mischievous side emerging.

"What about you? Sister Ziyue, how much of the Spatial Law of the void mirror have you developed?"

Ji Ziyue's phoenix eyes moved slightly, and just as she was about to answer, Lu Chen had already continued.

"Less than fifty percent, right! Your Great Void Technique combined with the void mirror should have been a flawless offense and defense system, but you rely too much on the power of the Magic Treasure itself, and your own comprehension of the Spatial Law is still lacking."

"When you use the void mirror now, only sixty percent of your full power lands on the target; the remaining forty percent is wasted on the connection loss between the Magic Treasure and yourself."

Ji Ziyue's gaze changed; he really knew how to read people!

The Emperor is indeed the Emperor.

Seeing through the Dao method foundation of a quasi-emperor at a glance was as easy as flipping a book.

Ji Ziyue straightened her posture, a bit more seriousness in her phoenix eyes: "Does Emperor Yun have any pointers?"

"Simple." Lu Chen raised his right hand, splaying his five fingers, and a wisp of Spatial Law in his palm condensed into visible silver lines.

"Your Great Void Technique follows the path of forcefully tearing through the Void Realm; great force creates miracles, but that's not how the Spatial Law is played. The essence of space is folding, translating, misappropriating, and creating, not tearing or cutting in application."

Ji Ziyue stared at the folded spatial lines in Lu Chen's palm, the light in her eyes flickering, as she began to memorize them.

Lu Chen closed his palm and looked up at Nangong Ziyi, who was sitting at the end of the table.

She didn't bounce around like Ye Qingxian, nor did she act like Ji Ziyue.

Her posture was very proper: knees together, hands folded on her lap, back straight, her peach blossom eyes slightly lowered, looking at the teacup on the table.

She was extremely quiet, so quiet it didn't seem like her.

Lu Chen glanced at her, and just as he was about to speak, Nangong Ziyi happened to look up.

Their eyes met.

Her gaze only lingered on Lu Chen's face for half a breath before moving away, shifting to the direction of his right hand, then sliding to his half-open collar, pausing at the position of his collarbone.

Then she lowered her eyes, returning to her dignified, ladylike appearance.

"Senior, Ziyi's Cultivate is still shallow, I dare not trouble you for guidance."

Her voice was soft, carrying just the right amount of humility.

"I watched a few matches at the Yaochi Great Competition and have an idea in my heart; I will just go into seclusion properly when I return."

Lu Chen nodded; sensible.

He raised his evaluation of Nangong Ziyi a couple of notches in his heart.

She was much less trouble than her aunt Nangong Waner. That crazy woman would come up and kiss, rub, and leave hickeys; this girl had twice the decorum.

He didn't notice Ji Ziyue, sitting diagonally behind, turn her phoenix eyes over.

Ji Ziyue wasn't looking at Lu Chen; she was looking at Nangong Ziyi.

She didn't speak, withdrew her gaze, picked up her wine bowl for a sip, her phoenix eyes half-closed, her expression indifferent.

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After three rounds of wine, the night grew deep.

Ye Qingxian was the first to give in, hugging an unfinished fairy fruit, leaning on the chair asleep, fruit juice still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Lu Chen picked her up horizontally, sent her back to her cabin room, and tucked her in.

When he returned, Ji Ziyue had already stood up.

"I am going to Cultivate as well."

Ji Ziyue nodded slightly at him, the hem of her purple palace dress swaying in the night wind, and turned to walk into the cabin.

After walking two steps, she paused again, turned her head, and cast a glance at Nangong Ziyi, who was still sitting by the table.

That look carried a smile with an ambiguous meaning.

Then she left.

Only Lu Chen and Nangong Ziyi were left on the deck.

"I'm heading back to my room." Lu Chen stood up and walked toward the cabin.

"Alright, goodnight, Senior."

Nangong Ziyi stood up and bowed to him, her movements as standard as a textbook.

Lu Chen waved his hand and pushed the door to enter his room.

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Three incense sticks of time later.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three light knocks, the rhythm neither hurried nor slow.

Lu Chen had just taken off his outer robe and was preparing to sit cross-legged to circulate his power to restore his Origin.

He tilted his head, scanning outside the door with his Divine Sense.

Nangong Ziyi.

She was holding a purple clay teapot in her hand; the pot was ancient, and steam was rising from the spout.

She had changed her clothes.

Not the efficient everyday clothes from the day, but a light purple nightgown; the material was Nebula Silk, a specialty of the Nangong Family, thin but opaque, yet extremely form-fitting.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing a slender neck and the beginning of her collarbone.

Her long hair wasn't tied up, cascading down her back, with a few strands hanging in front of her chest, swaying slightly with the night wind.

She wasn't wearing socks, and her exposed ankles were small and round.

The whole person looked like she was just stopping by for a visit before going to sleep.

Lu Chen opened the door.

"Senior, sorry to disturb you."

Nangong Ziyi lowered her head slightly, her peach blossom eyes looking up from under her eyelashes, her tone soft.

"I brewed a pot of spirit tea, thinking we would part ways tomorrow, so I specifically came to offer you a cup."

Lu Chen stepped aside: "Come in."

Nangong Ziyi stepped into the room barefoot, taking off her embroidered shoes at the door, her feet stepping on the wooden floor without making a sound.

She sat kneeling on the meditation cushion opposite Lu Chen, her movements flowing like clouds and water.

She placed the teapot on the low table, took out two thin porcelain cups, and poured two cups steadily.

The tea was light green, steam curling, carrying a faint scent of flowers and fruit.

She lifted a cup with both hands, bowed slightly, and handed it to Lu Chen.

"Senior, this journey has been thanks to your care."

Her voice was soft, unhurried, and perfectly flawless.

"This cup of tea, Ziyi offers to you."

She raised her head, her peach blossom eyes looking straight at Lu Chen, her gaze clear.

"I will be getting off the ship tomorrow morning."

Lu Chen looked at her.

The lamp light shone from the side, hitting one side of Nangong Ziyi's face; her outline was distinct, her features exquisite, her peach blossom eyes naturally upturned, looking as if they held three parts of affection even when she wasn't smiling.

The neckline of her light purple nightgown slipped down a little, and the skin below her collarbone shone white.

Her kneeling posture was very standard, but the form-fitting nightgown outlined her body curves clearly—thin waist, wide hips, big chest, not a single place missing.

She looked like someone with great ambitions!

Compared to her aunt Nangong Waner, she lacked that sick, crazy drive, and possessed a kind of raw, not yet fully blossomed flavor.

Lu Chen took the teacup, sighing inwardly.

This girl was indeed less trouble than her aunt.

Nangong Waner would come up and kiss and bite, where was the reserve? This little Ziyi knew the rules, and even knew to come offer a cup of tea before leaving; good child.

He raised the teacup to his lips and drank it down heartily.

The tea entered his throat, clear and sweet, the Spiritual Qi swirling on the tip of his tongue, sliding down his throat, bringing a warm, moist feeling as it passed through his chest and abdomen.

"Good tea!" Lu Chen put down the cup and praised it sincerely.

"The flavor is rich, the aftertaste is endless."

He looked at Nangong Ziyi, his tone praising.

"You go now; if you encounter trouble in the future, report the name of my Yunxiao Holy Land. Within the Eastern Wasteland Region, no one will dare to make things difficult for you."

Nangong Ziyi lowered her head, her hands resting on her knees.

The corners of her mouth curled up slowly.

This curve was hidden behind her long hanging hair, and Lu Chen couldn't see it.

It was a kind of extremely successful, cunning smile, the kind that only appears when a hunter finally sees the prey take the bait.

"Many thanks, Senior."

She raised her head, her peach blossom eyes curved, her voice still as soft as before.

"Senior, please savor the aftertaste of this tea again! It's very fragrant and delicious!"

Lu Chen was stunned. Aftertaste?

He subconsciously felt the lingering tea taste in his mouth.

The aftertaste was indeed good, the moist feeling of Spiritual Qi was still lingering on the root of his tongue, quite comfortable, nothing wrong...

Wait a minute, his abdomen.

A ball of heat rose from the position of his Dantian.

It wasn't the heat of Spiritual Qi circulation, nor the heat of alcohol going to his head.

It was a kind of sticky, explicitly directed, scorching heat burning from the depths of his marrow.

He was too familiar with this feeling of heat.

Jiang Yi had used it, and Nangong Waner had used it too.

He slammed his teacup, shattering it; broken porcelain shards fell from between his fingers, clinking onto the low table.

He stared at Nangong Ziyi.

Nangong Ziyi sat on the meditation cushion, her hands still folded on her knees, her posture dignified, her spine straight.

But her peach blossom eyes had completely changed.

They were no longer clear, sensible, or well-behaved.

A ball of fire burned in those eyes, carrying undisguised desire and ambition, and a trace of the madness inherited from her aunt, deep in her bones.

Her lips parted slightly, and every word entering the ears of the now-aroused Lu Chen sounded like flirting.

"Senior, the precious medicine added to this tea is called Nine-Turn Resurrection Dew."

"Emperor Yun, Senior, I am getting off the ship, but I am going to take you first!"

PS: Extra update finished, thank you all for the gifts, I have more motivation! I love gifts